Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Watching the Sky for Stagecoaches

Dear John,
 
I'm off tomorrow, so it's after 9:00 and I'm still up - what craziness! I just watched NCIS and sniveled my way through Jackson Gibbs' funeral. I will miss him.
 
And I miss you, so much. It's been 25 months today, and all I can think is to wonder - again - how on earth you forgot to take me with you. How long do I have to wait here? Do you know? I'm all packed and ready to leave. It's like I have a bus ticket but I don't know when the bus is leaving. Will it be like the scene in Purgatory, when the big stagecoach comes down from the sky?
 
I'm just weary tonight. My body is getting used to working full time for the first time since 1989, twenty-five years ago. And my brain is learning a new career, which is always a challenge at my age. But today went well, and I'm grateful for the job and looking forward to the financial security.
 
Meanwhile, I miss you and wish I could be with you. I will keep scanning the sky for stagecoaches.
 
Come get me soon?
Joan.

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